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Chapter 277 Terror Elite (owed 156)

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Early in the morning, Sean was eating breakfast and watching the news on TV.

The news footage showed an abandoned area after burning. It was burned so badly that the entire villa completely collapsed and was charred and black. If the original appearance of the villa wasn't shown on TV, it would be hard for you to see what was in that pile.

"Oh, this burning effect is pretty good." Sean clicked his tongue twice.

Lorraine glanced at Sean sideways. No need to ask, it seemed that this attitude was what he ordered people to do.

At this moment, the TV station was introducing the owner of the house and released the police interview footage.

The picture only mentioned that the owner called Bart to die inside, but did not specify how many people died.

"The police immediately rushed to the scene after receiving a call from nearby people who heard gunshots. When they arrived at the scene, a fire had already been ignited. This should be a premeditated attack. The attacker set fire to the scene after committing the crime. The specific murder was

The reporter’s information is still under investigation by the police, and it cannot be ruled out that it is a vendetta.”

The police refused to disclose specific information on the grounds that the case is under investigation and needs to be kept confidential.

In fact, the TV station reporters were able to dig up in-depth information about Bart.

It’s just that no one wanted to be the first to report it.

This is not like digging up the scandals of some celebrities and public figures. Just dig them up. Because of image problems, these people can only admit that they are unlucky, and they will also take the initiative to send money to seek secret information.

But digging up information about the mafia is very risky.

After all, the Mafia doesn't care about reputation, they will let you know why the flowers are so red.

Fortunately, Sean didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Well, just over twenty people died, so it’s not a big deal.

…

Cyril's fear was not an isolated phenomenon. Bart died too quickly, which caused the other three people to also fall into panic.

Strengthening vigilance is the proper meaning of the question, and everyone is trying their best to increase their sense of security.

Cyril asked his nephew to become a decoy and go out to explore the road. He waited at home for news about the "exploring horse".

Others also showed their special abilities, and some contacted the police privately.

After all, you are paid, so you must have a contractual spirit.

Of course, the police themselves also want to arrest people. This is no longer a simple crime. This is a secret fight between the new gangs and the police. The winner will take more initiative in the future.

Therefore, the police secretly tripled the number of patrols nearby.

Some people are looking for foreign aid to increase their protective power.

To Cyril's surprise, his nephew successfully escaped from the area and encountered no obstacles or accidents.

Still uneasy, Cyril sent out two cars again, going in two directions.

I received the message ten minutes later and it was still safe.

Cyril was completely confused.

After thinking about it, there were only a few possibilities. First, Sean felt that killing Bart had shown his strength, which was enough to make them compromise.

Second, an attack had just occurred and all parties were highly tense. It was not a good time to kill. Sean was waiting.

Third, because of his cleared identity as a businessman, Sean did not think of killing himself.

No matter which reason, it means that he is safe for the time being.

As a result, no movement is worse than silence. In comparison, it is likely to be less safe after going out. With this judgment, Cyril put out the idea of ​​​​running away and prepared to discuss it with the other four people.

Jonas is coming fiercely. Should he compromise or join forces with other gangs or official forces to continue the confrontation?

Anyway, it is impossible for the Irish Mafia to simply resist.

Everyone needs to sit down and negotiate. Violence cannot solve all problems.

Well, yes, that's it.

There were two cars parked dozens of meters away on the left and right sides of the road in front of Cyril Villa.

"This Cyril is quite funny. Are you trying to compete with wits and courage here again and again?" The two people in the car were very happy.

After Sean planned this matter, he handed it over to Jonas.

There is a set of infrared detectors placed in the car. When the vehicle passes by, you can clearly see how many people there are on the machine.

With Cyril's level of concern for his life, even if he drove a car to escape for the sake of concealment, he couldn't drive himself.

What kind of calculations are there? What age is it? Isn’t it good to use high technology?

A criminal who does not know how to keep pace with the times will sooner or later be eliminated by the times.

…

Time passed by, and this morning, many people lost interest in having breakfast. On the contrary, those in Chinatown seemed very comfortable.

Gang fights in any city in the United States will never affect Chinatown.

The most chaotic era when people were banging around with Chicago typewriters in the streets did not drive Chinatown off the map. After all these years, no one has touched Chinatown.

As time advanced to noon, the Irish Mafia people became a little unable to sit still.

Waiting is excruciating.

Even if you are waiting for someone in a movie theater, restaurant, or KTV, you will be anxious, let alone waiting for someone to come and kill you...

The four of them held a conference call again.

"It can't go on like this."

"We are always too passive in waiting. No one knows where Jonas is now or how many people he has brought with him. We are too passive."

"One day is fine, two days is fine, but the police cannot always strengthen patrols, and the police will also be under pressure."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"People still have to rely on themselves. I suggest that we can't continue to spread our strength."

"Aren't you afraid of being slapped in the face?"

"What are you afraid of? There are hundreds of us gathered together. Hundreds of people. It's not that easy to kill hundreds of pigs!"

Bart's experience last night made them know that taking action is a very stupid behavior, it is looking for abuse.

We should try our best to avoid violent incidents...

"Where is it? Suburban?"

"I don't agree with the suburbs, which are sparsely populated. On the contrary, it is easier for the other party to take action. It is in the city center, where there are the most people and the most public place. I don't believe that Sean dares to do it in public."

"Then, let's find a hotel. There are many people and it's convenient to stay. I want to see if Sean can afford it. Hehe, we are not the ones who are embarrassed by making a strong attack but giving up halfway."

Everyone is out to make money, so there is no need to fight and kill!

After some discussion, we decided on a location and were ready to go.

There's no need to worry about the five-star hotel. It's impossible for the other party to let them check in at this time. That's not a provocation.

There is no other hotel, only a four-star hotel run by the Irish Mafia itself.

Well, in addition to housing your own people, it is also convenient for collecting money.

I just have a long-term private room, but I won’t come to stay, so you care about me!!

There are many long-term private rooms, and the bigger the hotel, the more.

Not far away, a person turned off the phone recording and said, "Report it."

After that, pack your things and leave.

…

On the other side, Jonas hung up the phone, turned to the brothers who had followed him around all night and said, "The location has been confirmed, get ready."

"Remember, be careful!" Jonas walked up and gave everyone a hug.

"Don't worry, sir, it's not a big problem." A few people were not so nervous, grinning.

After sorting out the equipment again, each piece of equipment was moved towards a commercial vehicle.

12 AK47s, 60 pre-assembled magazines, various grenades, and body armor.

Finally, he brought up an RPG launcher and an M134 six-barreled Gatling gun.

The last thing is a box of yellow-orange bullets.

Jonas left early, he still had his own tasks.

Ten minutes later...

Cyril's motorcade had just come out of his home when suddenly, an oncoming car suddenly braked and stopped in the middle of the road.

"careful!"

"Prepare!"

The sudden changes caused the convoy to immediately panic. Everyone's first reaction was that Jonas's people were coming to kill them!

The safety was opened, the bullets were loaded, and the line of convoys immediately dispersed left and right.

only……

After the car in front of me crossed the road, no unexpected metal storm came.

This made everyone in the car, including Cyril, a little confused.

With his eyes fixed on the oncoming car, he saw that the door on the side not facing them was opened and a person got out of the car.

Just one person?

what's the situation?

Under everyone's puzzled gazes, a black man wearing a gray suit walked out from the back of the car.

The black man looked at the five cars here with a smile and raised his hand to wave, as if to say hello.

The black man stepped towards this direction. This movement made the Irish people very nervous. The car windows were rolled down, the muzzles of their guns were extended, and they were all pointed at the approaching black man.

"Cyril, you look very nervous." Jonas acted as if the muzzles didn't exist and walked up on his own.

"Jonas?!" Cyril had never seen the person, but he had seen the photo.

If a person dares to come forward openly at this time, there should be no one else.

In the bulletproof vehicle, Cyril had no intention of getting out of the car. He was completely confused now and couldn't figure out what Jonas meant by coming alone.

He didn't give the order, and the Irish didn't dare to shoot without permission. The atmosphere was very strange for a while.

Jonas walked all the way to Cyril's car, reached out and knocked on the car window.

Cyril frowned, biting his upper lip, and pressed down the car window anyway, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Jonas.

"In such a hurry to meet the other three people, I don't think the Desmond Hotel is safe." Jonas shrugged.

Cyril's pupils shrank and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. How did this guy know where they were going?

Is there a mole?

Being bugged?

No matter which one it was, Cyril shuddered.

Doesn’t that mean that every move you make is already in the other person’s eyes, and all struggles are as ridiculous as a clown’s play?

"If I were you, I wouldn't be in a hurry to die. What do you think?"

"What do you want to do?" Cyril's voice was hoarse.

"I'm here for a visit. Hey, are you going to talk to me here?" Jonas spread his hands with a look of disbelief on his face.

Cyril lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then reached out and patted the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard opened the car door and walked out. Jonas smiled and sat in.

"Turn around and go back." Cyril ordered.

The other party already knew it, so what the hell.

You are being watched, where are the other three?

Jonas came to him alone, the signal was already obvious.

Back at the villa, Cyril's 20 Irish mafia men all stared at the lonely Jonas with murderous expressions.

However, Cyril did not dare to touch Jonas at all.

"Mr. Jonas definitely didn't come to my place simply to drink tea." The two sat across from each other, Cyril said with a straight face.

"No rush, no rush, wait for the news first." Jonas drank tea slowly.

Cyril winked at his men.

After a while, the subordinate came back and said in Cyril's ear: "The phone line has been cut off, and there is no signal on the mobile phone."

Cyril turned his head sharply to look at Jonas.

"No hurry, no rush, why don't you show me around the villa?" Jonas was still smiling.

Obviously there were 20 people around him, and it was obvious that Jonas came alone, but Cyril just felt cold and scared.

He felt that he was surrounded by people, and there might be many people ambushing him outside.

Silent, not knowing what to say, he could only passively lead Jonas around the villa.

Jonas was smiling and asking questions throughout the whole process, as if he really was an old friend.

After walking around upstairs and downstairs, twenty minutes passed. When he returned to the living room, Jonas said: "Let's watch TV. Today's TV media is really powerful. The news is very well-informed.

"

Cyril immediately understood the reason why Jonas cut off his external contacts and said he was waiting for news. They would launch a big operation and make the news.

But in such a tense moment, who would think of watching TV.

What a heart!

As soon as the TV is turned on, the Desmond Hotel appears directly on the screen...

…

Twenty minutes ago.

The first wave of people who arrived were still very nervous. There were more than 20 people, and they were all ready. The staff in the hotel were all mafia people. Apart from being a little nervous, they didn't have much reaction.

They don't know exactly what's going on.

When the second wave of people arrived, there were more people and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

A team of 50 people, everyone with a gun!

"Confidence"

By the time the third wave of people arrived, the hotel was already buzzing with noise and laughter.

A team of more than 70 people, everyone carries a gun!

"The sky is sunny, the rain has stopped, and I feel like I can do it again"

"The only thing missing is Cyril!"

"This guy is slow in everything he does and is always cautious."

The three bosses were drinking wine and teasing Cyril.

They didn't know that Cyril was stuck on the road at this moment.

"Wait, I'll be here soon."

"Heh, let's see what Sean can do!"

"In the downtown area, he really dares to send hundreds of people here?"

"Come just come, whoever is afraid of whom!!" A leader straightened his back, "This is a hotel, not a battlefield. The environment is so complicated. Is it useful to have more people? If it takes a little longer, the police will be here!"

I don’t know when the police became the Mafia’s emboldened people.

While they were talking and laughing, on the street outside the door, a commercial vehicle suddenly accelerated violently and rushed towards the hotel door like a mad cow.

The sudden roar of the engine made some people in the hotel lobby look over subconsciously. They saw that the business car seemed to have lost control and rushed straight towards the hotel door.

With a "bang" sound, the commercial vehicle rushed up the low steps and plunged into the hotel lobby.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

Amidst the exclamations, a group of people cursed and fled.

The business car that rushed into the lobby with a "stab!" suddenly turned sideways, the door opened, and the powerful brown gun body appeared in everyone's sight.

"Da da da" "ta da da" "ta da da"

The unreasonable storm of bullets began to shoot everywhere in the lobby.

What followed was a shrill scream.

As soon as the six heavily armed gangsters jumped out, they started shooting wildly, but the gun control was extremely stable.

Kill everyone on sight!

After a round of bullets were fired, there were only dead people and blood in the lobby, and there was not a single living person left.

After clearing the lobby, the two rushed to the elevator, the other two rushed to the stairs, one stood behind to guard, and the other jumped into the car again, controlling the car to directly block the hotel door.

Welded to death, no one should fucking run away!

The gunshots downstairs naturally alarmed people on the street. People nearby immediately called the police and stayed away.

The operation is very skillful. After all, this is a free America.

Some people even started to stretch their necks after finding cover. Who doesn’t like watching the excitement?

The mafiosi upstairs naturally heard the gunfire, and the three leaders were stunned. Isn't this Sean crazy?

How dare you come here!?

At this moment, none of them noticed that the person had arrived too quickly.

But don’t be afraid!

There are many of us.

A large number of people moved into action, and soon a fight began at the stairs.

Two AKs guard the B port, and throw a grenade up from time to time, perfect!

On the other side, the two people directly started destroying the elevator, and for a while they couldn't spare any effort.

After blocking the door, he squeezed to the back. When he got out of the car, he carried the M134 six-barreled Gatling, installed the bracket, and connected the ammunition box. Everything was in order.

Soon, the three leaders upstairs received the message that a car had just rushed in. From the size of the car, one could tell that there were not many people sent by Sean.

This is not Ah San, Americans can’t do magic...

70 people versus 7 people, the advantage is mine!

police?

What do you want the police?

What kind of police are needed when it comes to underground forces?

Just push them over, kill them, and avenge Bart!

"Duck!"

The gunshots from Port B became more intensive, but fortunately there were grenades as a deterrent.

Fortunately, the task of destroying the elevator had been completed at this time, and the two people came to support.

On the other side, the M134 completed its setup, leaving one man and one gun to guard Port A. The driver also turned around and rushed to Port B.

The five-person team has completed its assembly, and the counterattack begins!

‘Whoosh’

‘Whoosh’

Each person had a grenade, and five people threw them into the corridor at intervals of one second.

After clearing the first two coins and handing them over to the stairs, the five people quickly rushed up, and "whoosh", "whoosh" and "whoosh" were three more.

Amidst the explosions of "boom", "boom" and "boom", in just five seconds, the team rushed to the stairs on the second floor.

I saw the last person in the team reaching out and pulling on the backpack, and a spliced ​​bulletproof blanket was propped up.

This is a backpack type developed based on the original suitcase-type bulletproof blanket, specially used for street fighting.

Nodding, the four people in front opened a passage, and the last person took a deep breath and rushed forward.

When he finally rushed forward, his back was facing the corridor, his feet were locked, and his hands were holding on to the bullet-proof blanket that had popped open to hold it open.

(If you are interested, you can search for the black suitcase in the hands of the bodyguard next to Vladimir Riding the Bear. That is a suitcase-style bulletproof blanket)

"Bang", "bang", "bang", intensive gunfire sounded, and heavy blows hit the bulletproof blanket.

Except for the impact, I didn't feel much.

Even a machine gun can't penetrate this thing, let alone a small pistol.

When such a barrier appeared, two 'professionals' stepped forward, with their gun muzzles sticking out from the heads of the brothers acting as the barrier.

"Da da da da da da"

They fired wildly and killed several people on the spot. The other mafia members were so frightened that they quickly retreated into the rooms on both sides.

Push forward!

This is one of the bad things about the hotel. There are too many rooms every time and it is very laborious to clean them.

Firefight, advance, blast open the door, check...

Suddenly, a door opened, and a grenade was thrown over.

"Hidden!" the professional team roared, and all four of them hid behind the 'fortress'.

There was a loud "Boom!" and the huge sound of the explosion echoed in the corridor.

He shook his head forcibly, and immediately resisted the discomfort and raised the muzzle of the gun to prepare for a counterattack.

Fortunately, everyone was well prepared. Not only did they wear helmets, but they also specially installed noise-canceling headphones.

Otherwise, even if you don't get killed by the explosion, you will definitely be shocked and dizzy.

There was a firefight upstairs, and there was no idle downstairs either. The police hadn't arrived yet, so in no rush to seal Port A, the professional team members who stayed behind began to take out pieces of earth-yellow stuff and stick it up everywhere on the first floor.

Especially load-bearing columns.

This time I brought a few hundred kilograms in total to ensure that the task is successfully completed!

…

On the other side, the police immediately dispatched a large number of police personnel after receiving the alarm.

In broad daylight, the exchange of fire was so fierce that the first wave of police officers were few and they only dared to carry out evacuation work after they arrived.

Just listening to the sound of firefights coming from the hotel is terrifying.

There was a "boom" explosion, and the glass in a room was blown away, with glass fragments flying all over the sky.

Is this a fucking war?!

The police could still hear the explosion of the grenade.

There are more and more police vehicles, roads are blocked, hundreds of police officers have arrived, and the command at the scene finally feels confident.

The police naturally know who owns this property and who lives here.

As long as we don't commit any crime, everyone still has this tacit understanding.

"Are they all in there?" someone asked sideways in a low voice.

"Yes."

"There are hundreds of people, why can't you defeat them?"

"The devil knows, but the terrain of the hotel is complicated. It's useless to have more people. It can't be used effectively. There can only be so many people in a firefight."

"That's right."

They are whispering here, but they are already shouting in the front.

Still the same old thing.

Sitting in the living room, Jonas was smoking a cigar and watching with interest. The media's reaction speed was never slower than that of the police.

After all, all major media outlets are embedded in the police intercom signal frequency band 24/7.

Information sharing!

Making money is not illegal...

"You didn't dispatch a few people, did you? The police have arrived, how are you going to respond?" Cyril frowned. According to the current situation, the attack plan has completely failed, and there is no room for recovery.

But the problem is that Jonas cannot be unprepared. Since he dares to come alone and behaves so leisurely, he naturally has the confidence.

If you have the confidence, you will kill all the Irish.

So, what is the problem?

What can I rely on?

What I rely on is...

Suddenly, a gun muzzle stuck out from the gap between the car and the door.

In front of the door, the policeman huddled behind the car and shouted with a loudspeaker, his pupils shrank sharply, and he almost rose to the sky.

Shaking his hands, he threw the loudspeaker out. He turned around, fell down, rolled over, and hid directly behind the tire hub.

"Tu tu tu tu tu tu..."

The sound of gunfire was so dense that you couldn't even hear the intermittent gunshots. The police car at the main entrance seemed to have been violently demolished and its debris was flying everywhere.

One second, two seconds, or three seconds.

The policeman who didn't react just stared blankly with his mouth wide open.

The police car that was still fine just now has been turned into scrap metal by the metal storm coming from the pavement!

What kind of car would be turned into scrap metal even if a six-tube Gatling gun hits its face and outputs it for two to three seconds?

As soon as the gunfire stopped, the policeman who had just been hiding behind the car got up and ran away without saying a word.

The police car was disabled, and the gasoline flowing from the fuel tank had stained his body.

The car may explode at any time!

Sure enough, just after he ran out more than ten meters and hid behind a car, a "boom" explosion came from the direction just now.

"M134!!"

The police officers who finally reacted crouched down and took cover.

Who in Los Angeles doesn’t know Gatlin?

M134 stole the show with Stallone.

The gangsters have six Gatling tubes guarding the gate, how the hell are they going to charge?

What to flush with?

Is this thing something that flesh and blood can withstand?

Gatling already has it, so who can say that the other side doesn’t have an RPG?

The police were completely dumbfounded!

what to do?

"Fake!" the police officer responsible for commanding the scene yelled.

The mafia is just a conflagration, why should it be so big?

Crazy!

Looking at each other, everyone understands what the situation is now, and even if they don’t understand, they don’t understand. Don’t ask, the interests are too involved...

The people fighting here are Sean's people and the Irish Mafia.

Neither side is a good person.

It's just that the Mafia has "coexisted" with the police for decades and has a tacit understanding with each other, but this does not mean that the police will fight tooth and nail for the Mafia.

The only thing that they didn't expect was that Sean was so ruthless, he had arranged for people to block the entrance in advance, and he also used such a fucking killer weapon.

madman!!

Sean:???

This is really not designed by Sean. Sean is responsible for how to escape from danger. This is his specialty.

Do I still need to worry about the offense?

This is what the professional group studies all day long.

But he didn't expect Jonas to play such a big role.

There is a six-barreled Gatling door blocking the door, and the police will never dare to rush through it.

Theoretically speaking, this thing shouldn't appear in the city. Isn't this a fucking joke? Everyone uses fists and feet, but you use a knife?!

Numb!

"what to do?"

"M72 or armored vehicle!" the subordinate answered simply.

In this situation, even if you bring armed helicopters, it will be useless.

The terrain is too complicated and if you can't keep the distance, Wu will be blown up by Gatling if you go straight up.

"Do we have M72?" The commander did not consider armored vehicles, and the Los Angeles police did not.

Well, you can't say that. There are protective umbrellas over there, they are all cooperative units, and the top police officers can apply to call them.

"Boss, we are the police, not the National Guard." His subordinates spread their hands.

"Actually..." The subordinate came closer and said, "I really think we can ask the people with the umbrella to come over."

"What do you mean?" The commander frowned. If it weren't for his confidant, he would have thought that this guy was a traitor to the revolution... ahem.

"The left hand hits the right hand, let's watch and play. It would be better if the protective umbrella is passive, hehe."

"Huh!?" The commander's eyes lit up, "Okay, you kid, you are quite bad."

After giving him an approving look, the commander immediately returned to the command vehicle and applied for support from above.

…

We are applying for support here, and the sound of grenade explosions keeps coming from inside the building. This is no longer a firefight between the Mafia.

It feels a bit like the firepower coverage of the US military.

Even without the M134 below, the police would not dare to attack like this.

"You tell me that there are more than 70 people who can't defeat the 5 people on the other side!?" After receiving the news of the retreat on the second floor, the three leaders were all numb.

Are you kidding me?

Didn't I say that the advantage is mine?

It’s not that the Irish are not brave, it’s just that their equipment is not at the same level.

How many grenades are there in a tactical backpack?

In this narrow environment, the Irish Mafia was blown back bit by bit by using grenades to clean up the area.

It's just the Mafia, and it has endured firepower that their organization should not have to endure.

After all, it's just a criminal organization. Sean actually looks down on the mafia organization.

The underground forces just stay underground, but the mafia is always confused, always thinks that it is a person, and always wants to jump on the ground to point fingers.

When Mussolini came to power to inspect Sicily, the mafia bosses thought that Mussolini was a little bastard. They publicly threatened Mussolini several times and stole Mussolini's hat. No one greeted him at the airport. They warned Mussolini that they could do whatever they wanted in Sicily.

,Mo Tuzi dispersed the people when he was giving a speech...

As a result, the army was mobilized to kill them all, and all the remaining personnel fled to the United States.

When the American mafia became stronger, it was like this. It was like the King of Chicago or the King of New York. It openly challenged the government, and then... nothing happened.

Now you are challenging yourself again. Isn’t this fucking stupid?

I'll give you a step, and you'll come down quickly. You won't feel like you're a person anymore.

Who gave you the courage?

Here, the Irish Mafia people were cleared out from the second floor, leaving more than 20 corpses on the ground.

The three blocked the stairwell to the third floor and laid booby traps. The two began to carry and install plastic bombs.

On the other hand, Umbrella also received orders to assist law enforcement.

Without further ado, both armored vehicles were dispatched.

Of course, due to station issues, it will take time for the armored vehicles to arrive, and this time is definitely enough.

"Done!"

The plastic bomb and the detonator inserted on it are pre-assembled and placed in a box with a grid, making installation extremely simple.

"OK!" After receiving the signal, the people on the first floor immediately pulled out the prepared white flag.

A white flag stretched out from the gap at the gate,

Getting longer and longer...

This scene, not to mention the more than 100 policemen at the door, and the people watching in front of the TV through live broadcast were dumbfounded.

What's going on?

He clearly had the advantage, so why did he suddenly surrender?

A scene that shouldn't have happened at all happened, and it felt weird.

There were clearly gunshots rang out inside the building.

At Cyril's house, Jonas laughed out loud when he saw this scene. He pointed at the close-up shot of the white flag on the TV and laughed loudly: "See, the flagpole is retractable."

Cyril's face was gloomy, and he didn't find anything funny about this scene at all.

This flagpole was obviously specially prepared, and he was obviously ready to surrender. He couldn't figure out what the man in front of him was doing.

I was scared and surrendered!

At this time, the last three people also ran over quickly from upstairs.

The six people looked at each other and smiled. One of them picked up an object and threw it into his mouth. The gangster pulled down his mask, raised his hands and walked out of the gap while waving a white flag.

Opposite were hundreds of police officers, all pointing their guns at this direction.

The six people held their heads high, raised their hands high, and carried the white flag. They were obviously surrendering, but they walked out with the aura of victors.

Several large TV stations were filming, and in full view of the public, it was naturally impossible for the police to shoot at the surrendering people.

The United States values ​​human rights!

But no one noticed that the steps of these people were very fast, very fast.

Take long strides, no slower than trotting.

Seeing the surrendered people striding towards them, the police officers were a little confused about how to respond.

The subordinate poked the commander next to him, and the commander finally came to his senses. He had been brainstorming just now.

"Put your head in your hands, get down, get down!"

After this order, a large group of police officers also roared.

The six of them followed the instructions exactly, kneeling forward, touching the inside of their knees to the ground as they knelt, and then lying forward with their bodies.

The tactical posture is standard, and the movements are crisp, neat, neat, and quite aesthetic.

If you don't wear a gangster hood.

(PS: The standard lying posture of the US military is completely different in China and the United States)

But it just so happened that the action was too straightforward, like a sudden surrender, which made the atmosphere very strange.

But no matter how weird it is, when things have developed to this point, the police must step forward to arrest people.

The police who rushed towards me were a little worried. They didn't carry bombs or anything like that, right?

After pressing their knees on their backs, grabbing their hands, and handcuffing them, a group of police officers were still in a daze.

This behavior over the past few days has always revealed something abnormal.

The police commander just looked at him, his eyes flickering, what are these people going to do?

What do you plan to do?

What will happen to the Irish Mafia in the hotel soon?

In full view of the public, he will definitely be arrested, but will the mafia be able to catch him without mercy?

etc!!

The commander's pupils shrank suddenly!

Shit, Fuck, fuck Fuck, you fell into the trap!

Just when the commander thought about it, Cyril also figured it out instantly and turned to glare at Jonas, "You did it on purpose. You sent six people on purpose just to drag them into prison together!"

Whether you admit it or not, this was a gang fight that was captured in live footage. The exchange of fire between the two sides resulted in dozens of casualties, and explosions occurred one after another.

It is impossible to say that it is not a gang fire.

The many weapons on site are the best proof.

The audience in front of the live broadcast camera are all witnesses!

No one can escape, everyone will be caught and put in jail.

This is equivalent to the fact that Jonas only paid the price of six people and brought all the core members of the Irish Mafia to "die together".

Minimal losses in exchange for maximum results.

Naturally, the Jonas family, which had almost nothing to lose, could easily occupy the Irish territory.

In an instant, Cyril had already figured out the subsequent process.

All Irish people were imprisoned, and the sentence was at least one for illegal possession of a gun, and at most they would have to stay in jail for several years.

Jonas forced himself to surrender and hand over his territory, and successfully took over.

Everything happens naturally.

As for those six people...

Yes, California has the death penalty, but he believes that Sean has a way to let a few people avoid the death penalty, or simply bribe the prison to create an escape case.

A few years later, when the limelight has passed, who will still remember these people? They just spent a lot of money.

Is Jonas short of money or Sean short of money?

Besides, with their power, money and status, life in prison will not be bad.

Damn, so poisonous!

"Wow, is that what you think?" Jonas looked at Cyril with a half-smile, and winked at him playfully, "It's too small, it's too small!"

Cyril doesn't know why?

Reversal, reversal, and reversal?

Why on earth are you filming a movie here with me?

Just when Cyril was feeling uneasy, the police commander at the scene thought he had discovered the truth and marveled at Sean's ruthlessness and imaginative thinking.

The six controlled 'terrorists' were escorted towards the police car.

The moment the six people were escorted to the police car, one of them stumbled forward as if he was tripped by someone. The five people next to him immediately received the signal.

After breaking free, he took a step forward and squatted directly on the side of a police car.

Before several police officers could react, the staggering man rolled his tongue and bit his teeth.

"boom!!!!"

Violent explosions came from the hotel. Several hundred kilograms of plastic bombs exploded at the same time with extremely powerful force. All the load-bearing columns on the first and second floors were blown off.

Flames spurted out from all the windows, and the huge explosion power completely destroyed the third and fourth floors above. The fifth and sixth floors, which had lost their foundation, were all lifted higher by the explosion.

The shock wave rolled into the sky with a huge amount of rubble, debris was sprayed in all directions, and smoke and dust rose into the sky dozens of meters high.

A huge shock wave ring is clearly visible and rapidly spreading towards the surroundings.

The audience in front of the TV only heard a loud noise, and then saw the picture shaking crazily as if suffering from Parkinson's disease, giving people the feeling that the TV was shaking.

The huge explosion could be heard throughout half of Los Angeles.

At the scene, after the six people surrendered, everyone relaxed. However, the sudden explosion made people completely unprepared. It was only a few dozen meters away, and everyone was shocked by the explosion.

Some people were injured by flying rubble, some were temporarily deafened by the explosion, and some even fell unconscious.

The explosive yield of a plastic bomb is 1.34, which is equivalent to the explosion of one ton of TN.T. The power can be imagined.

Only six people were prepared and found bunkers as soon as possible.

I didn't mind feeling dizzy, but luckily my ears were plugged in advance.

Long-term training has made their endurance much higher than that of ordinary people. Otherwise, how can they fight without resistance due to the loud explosions on the battlefield?

The first one lowered his head, rolled his tongue, and a small key appeared. He lowered his head and inserted it into the keyhole of the handcuffs behind the person next to him.

He gritted his teeth and twisted his head. He had practiced this action many times, and the handcuffs opened with a click.

The moment the handcuffs were opened, he opened the car door next to him without saying a word, without looking at the policeman who was thrown to the ground by the sudden explosion.

The big explosion attracted everyone's attention, but no one noticed the six people at this time.

He was already prepared and grabbed two police cars and rushed out without saying a word.

(Police cars will not shut down during mission hours in order to respond to emergencies at any time.)

At the same time, the six people in the car opened their belts, endured the discomfort, took out a small tube, broke off the needle that leaked out, aimed it at the neck and pinched it hard.

As soon as the liquid is injected, most of the brain wakes up instantly, and the physical discomfort almost disappears.

Military stimulants!!

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Until the two police cars rushed out, most people at the scene didn't notice it.

I am deaf and cannot hear the sound of the engine or the crash at all.

Even those who were not injured were still dizzy and unable to see clearly.

A few people on this line did see it, but for a moment they never thought that it was the terrorists who had just robbed the car.

The six of them all took off their hoods at this moment. Under such circumstances, most people would not be as sharp as usual.

Some of them were farthest away and could still see clearly, but they were either unable to do anything because they were separated by people, or the car had already rushed over when they pulled out their guns, or they were trying to shout to attract other people's attention and pursue them.

There was no conductor and the scene was in chaos. Even the audience in front of the TV did not notice this scene.

Cameramen are also human beings, so how do you carry a camera and shoot in this situation?

The entire police encirclement was no more than a hundred meters wide, and it was only 50 meters to rush out from the middle.

It takes less than 10 seconds to rush all the way out.

Crash the cars blocking the road, hit the people blocking the road, go on a rampage, and move forward without hesitation!

Except for the few police cars that were least affected on the outermost perimeter, they responded and gave chase.

The police channel was in chaos, with everyone shouting on their walkie-talkies.

Calls for support, calls for ambulances, calls for command, calls for the gangsters to run away...

They are just police, and this kind of war scene is beyond their capabilities.

By the time the men lay down and screamed the report in the ear of the police commander on scene, the six of them had long since disappeared.

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All the nearby police forces have been concentrated here, and the surrounding area is in a period of empty police forces. If you want to mobilize more people, you can only provide support from other regional police stations or headquarters.

But by the time they arrive, the gangsters must have escaped.

And now he no longer has the mind to care about the six people who were destined to be unable to be caught. In such a big explosion, a hotel was directly blown up. I don't know how many people died and how many were buried alive.

An unknown number of people were injured by rubble at the scene.

Where does he have the energy to take care of the fleeing gangsters!

In fact, it was exactly what the commander expected.

The escape route has been planned long ago.

The last busy night was just a joke. Sean planned several different escape routes, and there were people on each route to support him.

The two police cars in front were speeding with their sirens on, and four police cars behind them were chasing her.

The cars on the road looked confused. Didn’t you see any robbers?

What is this policeman chasing?

Police: Robbery of police cars is illegal!

In the car, a professional switched the channel of the police intercom system, quickly contacted his own people, reported the route, and waited for response.

I turned on the police lights and ran through the red light. Seven or eight minutes later, the two cars in front had just passed through an intersection, and suddenly a van rushed out from the other side.

A sudden brake immediately blocked the intersection.

"Stab!!!"

Crazy sudden braking.

Bang-bang-bang collisions sounded one after another. Some of the four police cars hit the roadside, some broke the street lights, some rear-ended, and the front one directly hit the truck.

At this moment, the driver of the van jumped out from the side door, and Shi Shiran disappeared into the chaotic street.

The six people who escaped from the pursuers directly found the water they had selected in advance and jumped in.

Take off your clothes, change clothes, and when you appear again, you are a completely different identity.

From beginning to end, the police never saw what they looked like.

(Criminals have the right to ask for a hood when arrested, and the police have no right to reveal the criminal’s appearance)

…

On the other side, at Cyril's house, he was really glued to the TV, wanting to see what Jonas was planning to do.

There was a sudden loud noise, and the TV screen shook wildly. Then, it seemed as if the camera fell down. Only the ground and the person lying on the ground could be seen on the lens, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

However, the sound was still there. After a buzzing, there was a crackling sound, followed closely by bursts of screams and shouts.

There were too many people and the shouting was so noisy that I couldn't hear anything clearly.

But that sense of anxiety and urgency was clearly conveyed to everyone.

"Bomb, bomb!" Cyril opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to spit out two words.

I just thought that Jonas was going to exchange 6 for 60, but I didn't expect that the other party would be so cruel, and there was a big explosion.

Obviously, Cyril had never heard of Tian Ji horse racing.

In the last scene, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Cyril seemed to see the entire hotel flying.

With such a big explosion, how could there be anyone alive inside?

Even if he survives, he will be buried alive.

Hopeless!

"How dare you? How dare you!" Cyril felt frightened just thinking about it, and his clothes were soaked.

If Jonas hadn't stopped him, he would have turned into a pile of minced meat by now.

Sean: If you say you want to cut it into minced meat, then you should cut it into minced meat.

"Hey, hey, hey, this has nothing to do with me. It was done by terrorists!" Jonas turned his head and looked at Cyril with a serious face.

"I'm telling you, don't slander me, or I'll sue you!"

"As we all know, Ireland has a famous terrorist organization, the Irish Liberation Organization!"

Sean: I’m familiar with this!

"Besides, I saved your life, shouldn't you thank me now?"

Cyril, thank you so much!

"You, you, you..." Cyril knew that it was useless to say anything now.

Fortunately, those six people were caught. As long as they pry open the mouths of those six people, there is still room for redemption.

What a fart!

The Irish Mafia is dead, what's the use if they can't catch anyone?

Just when Cyril was thinking, the cell phone that Jonas was carrying suddenly rang.

The interference was withdrawn when the attack started over there.

"Um, um, okay, okay, got it." After hanging up the phone, Jonas turned to look at Cyril with a winner's smile on his face.

"I just received news that due to the chaos caused by the big explosion at the scene, six 'terrorists' took advantage of the chaos and robbed two police cars and ran away. Unfortunately, the police lost track of them." Jonas shrugged as he spoke.

Cyril gritted his teeth, his expression twisted, damn police, are you all fucking trash!